I went to a local government office to pay a bill and encountered quite a sight.
There's a guy there who I've now seen twice, once a few months ago when I was paying another bill and then again today. He's probably in his 40's and, I guess, gay. Which is not much of an issue in itself but he behaves like a parody of a gay person from a 1970's television comedy. High falsetto voice, "Well, hello there, I see you're paying taxes today" while fluttering his eyelashes, and he flounces around in a way that you have to see to believe. I'd think his performance was intended to be some kind of slapstick except that I guess he's serious.
He doesn't seem to be there too often; maybe he just fills in when someone else is on holiday or out sick since there's usually two women there to man the front counter and take your money. Today he was there all by himself.
I guess it takes all kinds and that guy is a kind. I don't think I could deal with being around stuff like that for too long without telling him to cut it out. Fortunately I can just pay the bill and be on my way; I don't envy anyone who has to work there around him. Sheesh.
Maybe I should feel sorry for him in that he may not know how gay people are supposed to act so he's taking a pattern off of old tv comedies. He probably doesn't know how ridiculous he is and I guess in this day and age who's going to be the one to tell him?
There's a guy there who I've now seen twice, once a few months ago when I was paying another bill and then again today. He's probably in his 40's and, I guess, gay. Which is not much of an issue in itself but he behaves like a parody of a gay person from a 1970's television comedy. High falsetto voice, "Well, hello there, I see you're paying taxes today" while fluttering his eyelashes, and he flounces around in a way that you have to see to believe. I'd think his performance was intended to be some kind of slapstick except that I guess he's serious.
He doesn't seem to be there too often; maybe he just fills in when someone else is on holiday or out sick since there's usually two women there to man the front counter and take your money. Today he was there all by himself.
I guess it takes all kinds and that guy is a kind. I don't think I could deal with being around stuff like that for too long without telling him to cut it out. Fortunately I can just pay the bill and be on my way; I don't envy anyone who has to work there around him. Sheesh.
Maybe I should feel sorry for him in that he may not know how gay people are supposed to act so he's taking a pattern off of old tv comedies. He probably doesn't know how ridiculous he is and I guess in this day and age who's going to be the one to tell him?
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